Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1885-1890, 1887-03-12


he purse is empty, it is veritable dissimu-
Iation-an evil to be avoided, the world
rroans under the weight Of it today, prac-
ticed, as it is, in every trade and profess
ion, as well as in the lives Of private ind
Men should learn to judge all
matters with less haste, endevoring to eX-
that which lies below the surface
of things, rather than forming their opin-
ions by a glimpse Of the outside, for, not
only is it not all gold that glitters, but 1T is
all dross that presents an uncouth, IN
promising appearance. Men say to this,
"why, that's old; we hear it every day that
we live!" Yes, so they do, and the more
shame to them that they do not make good
use of these venerable precepts!
But to return, once again, to our text
Byron was a great poet. He was preem-
inently the poet Of passion. His was a
passionate nature; his wasa powerful intel
lect. Can we wonder then, that his spirit
all passion, all fire-was the keynote OF
all his poetic utterances. His passions
were many-sided however, and why! be-
cause he loved many things and when he
loved it was with his whole soul. One of
his many passions was the love OF Nature;
he had communed with her and learnedto
love her in every mood. Listen to his
words in "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage:
Like Caldean, he could watch the stars,
Till he had peopled them with beings
bright
AS their own beams; and earth, and earth
born jars,
And human frailties, were forgotten quite"
x y x * x X X
where rose the mountains, there to nm
were friends;
Where roll'd the ocean, thereon was his
home;
Where a blue sky and glowing cline, ex-
tends,
He had the passion and the powerto roam;
The desert, forest, cavern. breakers foam,
Were unto him companionship; they spake
A mutual language; clearer than the tone
OF his lands tongue, which he would oft
forsake
For Natures pages * < * * x x
Again
Are not the mountains, and the waves, and
skies, a past
OF me and Of my soul, as [ Of them?
Is not the love of these deep in my heart
| With a pure passion? should [ not con-
tenn
All objects, if compared with these? and
stem
A tide Of suffering, rather than forge
Such feelings, for the hard and worldly
phlegm
| Of those whose eyes are onlyturn'd below,
Gazing upon the ground, with thoughts
which dare not glow.
The poet we'll understood the feelings
inspired by familiar intercourse with Ma
ture, and beautifully expresses his senti-
ment in the following.
There is a pleasure in the painless woods
There is a rapture on the lovely shore,
There is a society where none ~lntrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
love not Man the less, but Nature more
From these our interviews, in which stea
From all [ may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe and feel
What | can ne'er express, yet cannot al
conceal.
Ithiak i may be said that every true
uasugalists is q poet. He may be unable
10 lift ~ his voice in songs Of praise, but
!: -. 4j,,r. ~ - hoerc tho cnllpGc NJ
many v.4tars: his eyes sparkle at the sigh
OF tie joyous fight Of the birds, at the
blue sky, at the trees and brooks, at the
leaping, silyery fish, At the green heritage
and the many hued flowers.
Speaking of the flowers, those emblem'
OF simple grace and purity, of which
Horace Smith has said with undying elo
quence:
.Your voiceless lips, O flowers, are 1iv
ing preachers;
Each cur a pulpit, every Leaf a book
Supplying to the fancy numerous teach
From the lonliest nook.
aFloral apostles! that in deWy s%plendou
Weep without woe and blush withou
a crime,
Oh! may l deeply learn, and ne'er SUI
render
Your love sublimei'
7We cannot but take ~eognizance of tn
vast quantity Of literary effort Of all de
grees oil badness and goodness, prose an
verse, that they have elected from tn
minds of men. Ever since the time Hhei